Come all good people attention pay to these few lines I 
pen
And before I stop concluding, sure I hope I won't 
offend
It was on the thirteenth of the month, a beefer I had 
to spare
And I drove her up in the morning to a November Keady 
Fair
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Me and my goat along the road, so joyfully did steer
That the ladies had to take one side, believe me boys 
for fear
Her horns were long and very sharp, for battle she did 
prepare
And we drove at the rate of a wedding to a November 
Keady Fair
Well I came up to the market house, I mean the old 
Church Hill
There were lots of horny cattle there, that seemed to 
all stand still
I met a decent gentleman and I offered up a prayer
And I sold my goat for half a crown in November Keady 
Fair
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She would give a pint and a half of milk all on a 
summer's day
But believe me boys at present, sure she wouldn't cream 
your tay
They say she missed the bachelor, but the truth to you 
I'll swear
She was ninteen times at Maguire's buck as sure as I'm 
in the fair
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Well I miss her 'round the garden, where she used to 
eat the kale
And I miss her 'round the fireside, where she used to 
wag her tail
And I miss her 'round the old turf stack, for many's a 
row was there
Since I parted with my nanny at a November Keady Fair
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